I think that my English teacher smokes weed. Her class really blows. On the first day of school she started out by telling us that we were going to be traveling to such places such as Asia and Africa and India. Uh, you are aware that we aren't REALLY going there, aren't you? Jesus. She's the type of teacher who thinks that reading a book is like traveling to another place and all that stupid bullshit. She's all chai tea, organic milk, spiritual cleansing, I-made-my-own-earrings-out-of-clay-that-I-found-my-backyard type of artsy person. She made us write what we expected out of the teacher and what we expected from each other. I expect the teacher to be amusing and I expect everyone to shut the fuck up and mind their own business. She treats us like we're on some spiritual journey that the god of earth has sent us on. Like we're going to find ourselves in her class and grow to be unique individuals who are going to drive electric powered cars and become vegans and vote for the Green Party in the next election. Our latest assignment was this chart sort of thing where we have to represent the four most important aspects of our lives with color without actually saying what it is. It's rather retarded. I mean I guess it beats writing essays and analyzing Shakespeare but only someone who smoke a joint everyday would think of something like that. Before I started school I heard she picks favorites and that if you suck up to her she likes you. Well she already doesn't like me. Everyone around me gets check pluses on their homework while I get the average check. So I'm really trying to "dazzle" her, as she so often says, with this personality project, but I'm afraid I didn't do it right or something and she'll wind up telling me my personality sucks and so does my graph and everything about me. I guess that's a little extreme, but she seems like the type of woman who would tell you your opinion is wrong and grade you based on how well she likes you. That really pisses me off. All the pretty popular girls get good grades meanwhile I sit way in the back corner with my average work and my inferior personality. English really blows. I hate that fucking class. Gee. I really can't wait till we start traveling to such exotic places by means of hardcover textbook. What a mind trip. I wish I could come to school stoned. Then that class would be so much fun.